The light makes edges of my curtains glow,
reflecting warm light across the wall
despite the leaden sky and constant rain,
recalling light from weavers long ago.
Grief tasks my heart to find its memory,
days born and ended in sienna’s glow,
when they brought iron soil to the fire,
and bound the fire to set the color free.
Although a day may find my thinking grim
as if good will were gone, behind me now
my future will reflect the colors brought
by all that light and beauty wrought within.
So much is taken with the passing years,
though grief, despair, and weakness, still remain.
If each heart touched by age will master fear
then change to transformation will be changed.
In transformation dare I to believe,
that courage and commitment can fulfill,
create a future in which love remains,
where lies and lust and power cease to kill.
Inhaling all that rage incinerates
I hold my life a gift and weep it clean,
the mystery is that this we can restore,
to feel, forgive, and deny evil form.
In this I strive to make of my life such
that touching, leaves it better for that touch,
blessed by the light as by a tear filled smile
the mystery, that no mystery can prevail.
Perhaps like the rainbows I have seen,
dispersion paints the covenant renewed
that all light sacrificed to darkness will
resolve itself into one lightened beam.
In this will dark disperse and light return
Is it only illusion, this dream that light lives,
fate cares, and loving intent creates beauty.
Despite faith, my certainty has been bruised.
Endless wars, the surrender of so many,
the loss of their light, their youth, their lives, and hope.
By light accursed, that by our will was slain,
to melt the faith of all who could believe, as
Hiroshima and Nagasaki, died
The awful truth of all complicity,
That conscious choice or not we have agreed,
for all atrocity we will not fight
is strength lent to the dying of the light.
I am tired again, as happens more often,
Still, today, the sun kissed curtains are enough
for me to remember, the beauty of light
and in this, for generations yet to come.